Author: Betsy Horvath

  • Underway

    _full_cheerleading_clip_art_2[1]Previously on Betsy’s Blog…

    Harry, Betsy’s Guide on her Quest (and a white gerbil) has brought Skipper, an expert in Habit Formulation and Implementation (and a chipmunk), to Betsy’s brain to convince Betsy that not only are goals and habits good, but she needs some.  Betsy allows as how she doesn’t like goals because she never achieves them and that makes her feel like a loser.  And why should she make herself feel like a loser when so many people are willing to do it for her?

    But Skipper hasn’t given up yet.  After taking a quick break to do research and for some, er, liquid refreshment, she’s back and better than ever.

    Good luck, Skipper!  Let’s see how things are going…

     

    *Betsy enters her brain and walks into Harry’s office*  Harry?  Skipper?  Where are you guys?

    Oh, hey.  There you are.  *Harry sits up on top of his gerbil habitat* *waves*

    I didn’t see much of you last week.  I was afraid you’d gone one another bender *Betsy walks over to the habitat*

    Nah.  *Harry flaps paw*  That was Skipper.

    Skipper!  *Betsy stares at him*  Skipper got drunk?

    Yup.  *Harry shakes head sadly*  She was so distraught  over the whole goal thing that she dove right into that sewer section of your mind to drown her troubles.  Got into the peanut wine.  It was ugly.

    Oh.  *Betsy shifts uncomfortably*  I thought I’d cleaned up that sewer section.

    *Harry snorts* Right.  

    Here I am!  *Skipper jumps into Harry’s office*  *Does series of handsprings across floor of brain* *Jumps high with paws above head*  Go! Team! Goals!  Goooooo Habits!

    *Betsy watches her* *shakes head*   Wow.  I thought Harry said you were depressed.  You sure have a lot more energy now than the last time I saw you.

    *Skipper runs up gerbil habitat and sits next to Harry*  Last time I was trying to be all mature and stuff.  Yuk!  *Makes face*  I need to be who I really am, you know?  And this is it!

    I kind of liked mature Skipper.

    “Skipper ignores her*  See, that’s the main goal in life – to be who you really are.  To be authentic and not just what you think you should be or what somebody else wants you to be.  For other goals to be meaningful, they have to feed into that.  One goal to rule them all!

    All right.  *Betsy shrugs*

    *Skipper settles back on haunches*  I’ve been poking around in your brain a lot this week.

    Oh.  *Betsy winces* Sorry.

    So you say you want to write.

    *Betsy glances at Harry*  She just figured this out?

    *Harry shrugs*

    *Skipper snaps paw to get Betsy’s attention*  Listen to me.  When you say “I want to write” that’s a dream.  It’s wishy-washy, comes and goes… Oooo I want to write…I want to drive a race car….I want to be an astronaut…I want to kiss Bradley Cooper….

    Well, as to that–

    A dream is a good start, but it doesn’t have any meat.  It’s just your brain sloshing back and forth like one of those lava lamps.

    *Harry sighs* I love those things.

    So first you have to think about WHY you want to write.  What are you hoping to get out of it?

    Well…*Betsy frowns*  I want to tell stories and…entertain people.  Wait, Harry and I went through all of that in another blog post.

    I know. *Skipper nods*  And you estabished the goal of becoming a successful independent authorpreneur.  How will you know if you’re successful?  How do you define it?

    Um…*Betsy glances at Harry*  I think I said that in another blog post too.  My definition of success is to write consistently and publish regularly.  I mean, yeah, I’d like to make money – who wouldn’t?  But what makes me feel most…complete is telling stories.

    There!  *Skipper throws paws in the air*  And just like that, we have a major goal and our first habit.  Your goal, should you choose to accept it, is to be a successful independent authorpreneur.   The first habit you need to establish is to write consistently.

    *Betsy looks at Harry*  Are you paying her for this?

    Now.  *Skipper gets up and begins to pace*  Your other goals have to lead up to the main one.  Where do you want to be in five years?  In three years?  In one year?  At the end of this year?   You will be an independent authorpreneur.  To do that, you will publish such and such number of books within the next year, two years, three years.  *she whirls on Betsy* *points* because your definition of success is to write a lot and publish a lot.

    Yes.  *Betsy nods* But I also have to market–

    Eh!  *Skipper slashes a paw through the air*  That may be true, but it will be secondary.  Because your goal is to be a successful independent authorpreneur, and your definition of success is to write a lot and publish a lot.

    Okay. *Betsy nods slowly*  I think I understand.  My goals have to reflect me, who I am, what’s important to me.  I’m the only one who can decide if I’ve achieved my goals, so I’m the one who has to decide what will determine whether or not I’m a success.

    Right!  *Skipper leaps up into the air*  *Does a split*

    Jeeze.  *Harry gapes at her*

    So now this week, what are you going to do? *Skipper points at Betsy*

    Um… *Betsy’s eyes jitter nervously*

    You’re going to write!  *Skipper throws her paws into the air*  When are you going to do it?

    Um…now?  *Betsy raises her hands to shoulder-height*

    Exactly!  That’s your first habit, the foundation goal essential to achieving all of your other goals.  Your initial goal is to write every day.  *Skipper puts her paws on her hips*  CAN YOU DO IT?

    YES!  *Betsy jumps into air*  *Brain sloshes when she lands*

    Then get out there, do it, and report back to me.  Make me proud!  Win one for the Skipper!

    YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!  *Betsy goes thundering out of brain*

    *Harry turns to Skipper*  You just couldn’t resist, could you?

    Eh.  *Skipper settles back* *winks at Harry*  Why don’t you go get me some peanuts, lovebug.

     

    To be continued….

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  • A Rudderless Child

    skipper2Previously on Betsy’s Blog….

    Harry, Betsy’s Guide on her Quest to become a successful independent author / entrepreneur, has just done a stint at the International Muse Council to undergo psychological testing.  But he’s back!  Better yet, he brought a friend with him – Skipper the Chipmunk, a specialist in Habit Formation and Implementation.

    Betsy was a trifle surprised to find another unexpected voice chatting in her brain, but figured what the heck.  Skipper was a trifle surprised to find that Betsy doesn’t like setting goals or forming habits.  In fact, it would be more accurate to say she was disconcerted and even a little unsure of how to proceed.

    This is not an encouraging start to their relationship.  Can they recover?  Can they find their way to a partnership?  Can Skipper convince Betsy that goals and habits are actually good things and not of the devil?  Join us and we’ll see….

     

    *Skipper exchanges a long look with Harry*  Fun, you said.  Almost like a party, you said.

    *Harry shrugs*  I guess we all define ‘fun’ in our own way.

    I’ll say.  *Skipper turns back to Betsy*  Okay.  So you don’t like goals.

    Nope.

    *Skipper types something on her tablet computer*  Mind telling me why?

    *Betsy frowns*  Well, I guess because I never seem to accomplish them.  So they just make me feel like a loser.  Why should I make myself feel like a loser when there are so many people willing to do it for me?

    *Harry sidles closer to Betsy* *Looks at Skipper*  She’s got a point, Skips.

    *Skipper sighs*  Okay, okay.  *Thinks*  Look.  Let’s say you’re out on a ship.

    Ooo!  *Betsy brightens* Can it be a yacht?

    *Skipper shrugs*  I guess.

    Sailing the wine-dark Aegean sea?

    Sure.  And–

    Can I have a yacht-boy named Nico?

    Hey!  *Harry pulls away from Betsy*  *Looks offended*  What about me?

    *Betsy pats his head*  You can be there too, love-a-lump.  But Nico would be, well, human.

    *Harry relaxes*  Oh.  Okay.

    Yes!  Yes!  *Skipper waves paws in the air*  You can be on a yacht sailing in wine!  What do I care?

    The wine-dark sea, *Betsy corrects*  Homer, you know. *blushes* I’m an English Major.

    What. EV. Er!  *Skipper jumps up and down*  And you can have a million yacht boys and name them whatever the heck you want.

    *Betsy settles back in chair*  Okay.  Then that sounds good.

    ANYway.  *Skipper straightens fur*  You’re on your ship – excuse me, yacht – and you’re out sailing some damn where.  You have someplace you want to get to, right?

    *Betsy thinks*  Not necessarily.  I mean, sometimes you just want to travel to see what you see.

    I did that once.  *Harry sighs reminiscently*  Spent a hell of a week in a habitat in Paris with this hamster–

    PRETEND you want to get somewhere!  *Skipper jumps up and down again* Pretend there’s a certain place you WANT to be.  You WANT to sail towards it.  You WANT to get there.  Just PRETEND!

    Oh, okay.  *Betsy blinks*

    *Skipper shakes herself out*  The place you want to get to is your goal.

    Ah, I see.  Metaphor.  *Betsy shrugs*  All right, using that symbolism I would say most of the time I just sail around until I bump into something.

    *Skipper rolls eyes*  Why am I not surprised?

    *Betsy thinks* So if the place I want to get to is my goal, then what are habits?

    When your habits are in line with your goals, they keep your ship on course and heading in the right direction.

    *Betsy thinks*  Like a steering wheel?

    *Harry looks thoughtful* You know I don’t think ships have steering wheels.  

    *Betsy purses lips*  They don’t?  How do they steer then?

    They use  a rudder!  Oh, my God!  Who cares?  *Skipper draws in a deep breath* *Lets it out again* Anyway, habits can keep the ship on course, but they can also get you all screwed up or stop you from moving forward.

    Like an anchor.  *Betsy looks at Harry*  I know ships have anchors.

    Okay.  *Skipper heaves a long-suffering sigh*  The goal is your destination.  It’s important to have a goal, because then you have something you’re aiming for.   If you’re not aiming for anything you’ll just drift around and eventually wreck your ship on rocks or a reef or something.  You should know all about that sort of thing.

    *Betsy thinks*  But I have goals then.  I have places I want to be.  I WANT to steer my ship to certain places.  But I never seem to get there.  I get wrecked anyway.  I guess sometimes I feel like a…a…rudderless child!

    *Skipper sits back on haunches*  And that, my dear, is what we have to work on.  First we have to identify your goals, then we have to figure out steps you can take to work towards them.

    But I have a goal. *Betsy repeats* I have a Quest.  *Points at  Harry*  I have a Guide.  The Muse Council is on board and everything.

    *Skipper casts eyes heavenward*  No, I mean we need the steps you can take to REALLY work towards a goal, not just give it lip service.  What are your big overarching goals?  What little goals should you be working towards to feed into them?  What habits do you need to develop to meet those goals?  Because your goals and habits are a structure you can use to live your life.

    Structure?  *Betsy blinks*  My life is supposed to have structure?

    Uh huh.  *Skipper considers her*  Oooookay.  Looks like we need to start  from the beginning.

    To be continued…

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  • Skipper

    skipperPreviously on Betsy’s Blog…

    Harry, Betsy’s Guide on her Quest to become a successful independent author / entrepreneur, has returned from a short stay with the Muse Council and he’s ready to rock and roll!  He wants to help pull Betsy out of the mire of her own neurosis, kick her in the butt, and lead her on her way down the path to success.  But to do that, he needs Betsy’s cooperation, doesn’t he?  And that means giving Betsy the tools she needs to change.  

    A whole big crapload of tools.

    Now as Betsy’s consciousness naps in the frontal lobe of her brain, a new voice enters the picture.  Who is this?  What does it want?  How can it help, if help it will?  Join us and we’ll see….

     

    Betsy!

    *snore*

    Oh, Betssssyyyyyyy….

    *Betsy turns on side* *smacks lips*

    Helllloooooo….

    *Betsy snuggles deeper into pillows*

    Betsy! Betsy! Betsy! Betsy! Betsy! Betsy!

    Ah!  What? Where? Who? *Betsy jerks into sitting position as her brain rocks back and forth* *looks wildly around frontal lobe* *sees figure standing nearby*  Who the hell are you?

    I’m Skipper!

    *Betsy rubs eyes* *Blinks* You’re a chipmunk.

    I’m Skipper the Chipmunk! I’m your Lifestyle Coach!

    *Betsy blinks again* My…huh?

    Harry told me all about you and I am Here To Help! *Skipper stands on back legs* *puts paws on hips*

    Uh huh. HARRY!

    Whaaat? *Harry strolls into frontal lobe* What do you…oh, hey Skips.

    *Betsy points at Skipper* Explain. Now.

    Okay, look.  *Harry saunters over to sofa and jumps up on arm*  When I was at the Muse Council, I was talking to people about you, you know?

    *Betsy glares*  Were you?

    Yeah.  I needed some advice.  And here’s the scoop.  You’re like a whole person, right?

    Last time I checked.

    So the successful independent author stuff is kind of dependent on the rest of your life, right?

    Right.

    Skipper here *Harry waggles his forepaw at the chipmunk* has an advanced degree in Habit Formulation and Implementation.  She’s like a freaking guru.

    *Betsy looks at Skipper*  *Skipper itches chin with back paw*  You can’t be serious.

    Oh, he totally is! *Skipper claps paws together and snaps off a salute*  Reporting for duty!  I’m Skipper, the skipper of your ship of habits!  I can help you build them up… *waves paws in air* And I can help you break them down. *swipes paws to the side*

    *Betsy turns back to Harry*  What are you doing to me?

    Look.  *Harry settles on haunches*  Skipper’s in a lot of demand with the other Guides.  She specializes in cases like yours where time constraints and other, um, mental factors make effective Habit Development  essential for the successful completion of a Quest.  She’s like an expert in figuring out how to fit a lot of life into a little time.

    *Betsy looks at Skipper*  Really?

    Oh, yeah!  Totally!  *Skipper hooks paw in side of mouth*  *Pulls mouth out until it folds back on itself* *lets it snap back into shape*  Did you see my really cool cheek pouches?

    I did and I never want to see them again.

    Well, I can fit TONS of nuts in there!  TONS!  I can fit a whole CASELOAD of nuts in there! *Skipper beams proudly*

    Wonderful.

    I can fit and entire DELIVERY TRUCK of nuts in there!

    Got it.

    Do you have any nuts?

    Harry.  *Betsy holds out her hand to Harry*  Make her stop.

    Hey Skips *Harry pats Skipper on her shoulder*  Less enthusiasm, okay?

    *Skipper pouts*  You promised me this was going to be a fun gig.

    It will be.  Trust me.  *Harry’s eyes slide away to the left*

    *Betsy draws in a deep breath*  Okay.  Okay.  So let me see if I’ve got this straight.  You *points at Skipper* are an expert in training people to develop habits that help them fit a lot into a little.

    I sure am!  *Skipper glances at Harry*  Um *cough*  I mean, yes.

    *Betsy arches eyebrows at Harry*  Habits, huh?

    Look, you’re always whining about how you don’t have enough time to do crap, or how you aren’t productive, or how you eat wrong and then your brain gets all screwed up, or how you have trouble dealing with extreme emotions.  Skipper can help with all that.

    Habits.  *Betsy considers Skipper* *Shrugs*  Well, I haven’t been doing all that well on my own, so what the heck.  What’s another character in my head.  Hit me with your best shot, ‘Munk.

    Oh, goody!  *Skipper claps paws together* *Pulls glasses from a fold of her fur and puts them on* *pulls tablet computer from another fold of fur* *turns it on*  First I need to know a little bit about your goals and aspirations.

    Oh.  Okay *Betsy glances at Harry then back to Skipper*  Why?

    Harry said you were screwed up, but he wasn’t specific.  Now. *Skipper peers over glasses*  Goals?

    Well, to be an independent author / entrepreneur.  This whole, um, Quest thing, you know.  The blog. *Betsy gestures at Harry* Him.

    Uh hmmm…*Skipper taps on tablet*  Good, good.  Anything else?

    Why does it matter?

    Because, as Harry said, you’re a whole person.  So your goals aren’t separate, they’re, like, all you.  And they all have to fit into life, have priority, that sort of thing.  So we need to get them all out on the table and look at them, you know?  And we have to look at the steps required to achieve each one and how you’ll know when you have.  Then we worry about habits to support them.

    *Betsy scratches her head*  I didn’t know there’d be goals.  I hate goals.

    You hate goals?  *Skipper stares at Betsy, aghast*  How have you achieved anything in your life without goals?

    *Betsy shrugs*

    *Skipper looks at Harry*  This is going to take a while.

    *Harry sighed*  I kind of figured.

     

    To be continued…

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  • Doubt and Believing

    Harry1Previously on Betsy’s Blog…

    As you know if you’ve joined us for previous installments of The Quest, Betsy has decided to become a successful independent author / entrepreneur. Harry, a white gerbil, is her Guide on this Quest, determined to help her find her way as she navigates the confusing paths leading to her goal. Betsy is discovering (well, she already knew this, so it’s more like admitting) that most of the confusion and false starts come from within herself.

    When last we left them, Harry had fallen into a depressed and debauched state after Betsy and her Muse were attacked by a Dark Voice who lives inside Betsy’s brain. Harry felt he had pushed too hard and made Betsy vulnerable to the bad thoughts.

    Betsy pulled Harry back from the brink, but he still had to make an appearance before the International Muse Council for an evaluation. He’s been gone for a couple of weeks, but now he’s back. How did things go while he was gone? Join us and we’ll see….

     

    Harry? Are you here? *Betsy enters her brain*

    Yeah – over here, doll! *Harry waves from his position sitting on top of his tallest gerbil habitat* I was checking out the Scrivener file on my gPad. Looks like you got a lot done while I was gone.

    Some. *Betsy settles herself on the sofa* Did you have a good time at the Muse Council?

    Eh. *Harry shrugs and settles back on his paws, putting gPad down beside him* They had me go through some, whaddaya call it, psychological testing. What happened? Did you lose your way while I was gone? I told Muse to call on my cell if you looked like you were combusting again. The Council had a temp looking after you—

    *Betsy blinks* A temp? Really? Why didn’t I know?

    Bob didn’t want interaction. *Harry snorts* He’s just putting in his time until retirement.  Stupid armadillo.

    Oh.  Um…armadillo?

    He’s bitter because he never made Hare. So come on. What’s up? We’re partners, remember? Talk to me.

    *Betsy shifts in seat* I didn’t lose my way. Not exactly. There were some family responsibilities—

    Happens.

    Yeah. The problem was when I sat down at the computer to start writing again. I felt, well, stupid.

    Stupid? Whaddya mean stupid?

    I mean stupid! *Betsy throws hands up in the air with frustration* Like it was pointless. Like I was just fooling myself. Worse, like I was completely wasting my time and everyone was laughing at me. Like you and the Muse didn’t… exist.

    Hmmm. *Harry looks serious* That is bad. No wonder Muse didn’t call. She must have faded when you stopped believing in her.

    *Betsy plays with thread on sofa* When I felt like I was fooling myself, then my goal and my journey weren’t valid and, well, real. Like it was all a big joke or something.

    *Harry leans forward* *Stares at Betsy* But you found us again.

    It was hard. *Betsy smiles at Harry* When I first sat down and looked at my manuscript, it was like there was a glass wall between me and it. *Makes face* Or maybe that like I was just throwing mud at the wall.

    You were out of the flow. *Harry nods* Then you started to question and doubt decisions you’d made.

    I was doubting everything and the I felt like I was just being completely stupid. *Betsy shrugs* I mean, look at me. Other people get books done in months and it’s taken me…a lot longer.

    *Harry sighs* For God’s…are you back on that again? *holds out a paw* *saws one finger over another* See this? It’s a little violin playing just for you.

    Oh, stop. *Betsy slaps his paw away* It’s just…when I stop, I lose my hold on the fact that this can be real. That it IS real. *looks at Harry* That you’re real. That my dreams are just as valid as anybody else’s and worth pursuing.

    They are. *Harry scurries down tower of gerbil habitat* *climbs up on sofa* *launches self onto Betsy’s shoulder* *stares directly into her eyes* You have to believe that they are.

    I know that. *Betsy scratches behind Harry’s ears* I DO. But sometimes…I forget. Then I start believing the person who said that she didn’t know why I bothered writing and I should just stop because I never get anywhere anyway and it wasn’t worth it.

    Betsy—

    It’s okay. *Betsy smiles at Harry* It really is. She was just talking based on what she’d do. But sometimes…it gets in my head.

    Okay. Okay. *Harry pats Betsy on the cheek* I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help you find your way out of the mess. But obviously you got past it because, like I said *jerks head towards gPad on tower* Lots of good progress there.

    Thanks. *Betsy blushes* I just…I just kept going. And after a day or two, it started moving again.

    *Harry nods wisely* The Muse was still singing to you. And maybe Bob actually got off his ass and pointed out a few signposts.

    I still wish you’d been here.

    Me too. *Harry shrugs* But sometimes you have to find your own way through. Looks like it worked out.

    Yes. *Betsy beams* It feels real again. You feel real. Muse feels real.  It all feels real.

    Wonderful. *Harry regards Betsy sternly from her shoulder* And what have we learned?

    Well…*Betsy chews lip* *Thinks* I guess that it’s a lot easier to do even a little bit every day than it is to stop completely and then start up again.

    Okay. *Harry crosses arms across tiny chest* And?

    *Betsy smiles at him* It’s all real unless I start believing it’s not.

    *Harry nods* Exactly.

     

    To Be Continued…
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  • The Reality of Possibility

    baby-chick-and-an-eggWe come across possibilities every day. They flit through our lives like butterflies, drip through our hands like water. Possibilities can be very hard to grasp.

    This is especially true of your own possibilities – your own possible you.

    As we grow and age, we are hammered into a certain shape based on the expectations of family, friends, loved ones, society, and ourselves. Many of us make choices based on a need to fit in or escape, and then we are left to deal with the consequences of those choices.  Sometimes we feel trapped into a certain way of living based on choices we’ve made.

    But we are always running into new possibilities.

    As I’ve gotten older, I’ve found that my issue isn’t really identifying the new possibilities for my life – it is believing that these possibilities can be real.  More, I find it difficult to believe it is worthwhile and valid to work towards attaining possibilities when they seem far-fetched. Especially if what I see for myself – the vision I have of myself – doesn’t mesh with the way family, friends, and society see me.

    I don’t think I’m the only one.  I think we all run the risk of packing ourselves away in boxes because we don’t believe what’s outside the box is real.  We don’t think the possibility CAN be real, so we turn away from it.  And most of the time we’re encouraged to feel that way.

    It’s not intentional.  Well, not always.  The people in our lives get used to understanding us in a certain way.  If we try to break the mold, their instinct is to shove us back into it.  Another person cannot truly see the real you or understand all of your potential.

    We also live in a society that teaches people to put emphasis in certain areas.  If we don’t fit in, then we are discounted and sidelined.

    In other words, the only validation you may get in the pursuit of your possibilities, your only support, may be yourself.  And that’s hard.

    I know when I get caught up in the whirlwind and chaos of life, it’s easy for me to listen to the noise, to give in to the pressure to walk the path that’s not my own. I believe the people who tell me I’m wasting my time trying to be myself, that I have to do what everyone else does, that what I see can’t be real.

    But I think they’re wrong.  Fame, fortune, even success might not be attainable, but your own potential absolutely is. We do not have to remain as we are. We can change. As long as we really work towards the possibilities we see – not just endlessly talk them to death or give them lip-service and never do anything about them – then those possibilities are valid. They are not certain – they are possibilities after all, not certainties – but they ARE real. And even if we never attain the exact vision we see, we will be better people for having made the journey.

    So get out there and grab a possibility!  Do it now!  After all, you aren’t getting any younger…

     

    As you think, you travel. As you love, you attract. You are today where your thoughts have brought you; you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you. You cannot escape the results of your thoughts; but you can endure and learn, accept and be glad. You will realize the vision of your heart, not the idle wish. You will gravitate toward that which you secretly most love. Into your hands will be placed the exact result of your thoughts; you will receive that which you earn; no more, no less. Whatever your present environment may be, you will fall, remain, or rise with your thoughts, your vision–your ideal.

    James Lane Allen

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  • A Brainy Pig

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    As a change of pace, here’s a poem about a brainy pig, courtesy of Roald Dahl.

    Enjoy!

     

    The Pig

    by Roald Dahl

    In England once there lived a big
    And wonderfully clever pig.
    To everybody it was plain
    That Piggy had a massive brain.
    He worked out sums inside his head,
    There was no book he hadn’t read.
    He knew what made an airplane fly,
    He knew how engines worked and why.
    He knew all this, but in the end
    One question drove him round the bend:
    He simply couldn’t puzzle out
    What LIFE was really all about.
    What was the reason for his birth?
    Why was he placed upon this earth?
    His giant brain went round and round.
    Alas, no answer could be found.
    Till suddenly one wondrous night.
    All in a flash he saw the light.
    He jumped up like a ballet dancer
    And yelled, “By gum, I’ve got the answer!”
    “They want my bacon slice by slice
    “To sell at a tremendous price!
    “They want my tender juicy chops
    “To put in all the butcher’s shops!
    “They want my pork to make a roast
    “And that’s the part’ll cost the most!
    “They want my sausages in strings!
    “They even want my chitterlings!
    “The butcher’s shop! The carving knife!
    “That is the reason for my life!”
    Such thoughts as these are not designed
    To give a pig great piece of mind.
    Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
    A pail of pigswill in his hand,
    And piggy with a mighty roar,
    Bashes the farmer to the floor…
    Now comes the rather grizzly bit
    So let’s not make too much of it,
    Except that you must understand
    That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
    He ate him up from head to toe,
    Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
    It took an hour to reach the feet,
    Because there was so much to eat,
    And when he finished, Pig, of course,
    Felt absolutely no remorse.
    Slowly he scratched his brainy head
    And with a little smile he said,
    “I had a fairly powerful hunch
    “That he might have me for his lunch.
    “And so, because I feared the worst,
    “I thought I’d better eat him first.”

     

    Now, here are questions I had as I read this… Was the pig proactive?  Or merely paranoid?  He acted on his assumptions, but were his assumptions valid?  Had he blinded himself to the reality of his situation by dwelling on worst case scenarios?  Or was he correct that the reality of his life would lead him to the butcher shop?  Was everyone truly against him?  Or would his life have been something completely different and he just acted precipitously?  Did his big brain lead him astray?  Did his intelligence make him jump too soon?  Or did it save him?  And, most importantly, can he avert his fate at all? Does it matter that Farmer Bland is gone? Will Pig become a piggy version of Rambo, killing every farmer who comes his way?

    Hmmmm…..

    And this, children, is why poetry is cool. Even the silliest poems can give you something to think about. Oh, wait! Does the poem mean we shouldn’t think? If I’m not thinking about a poem that tells me not to think, will I miss the message about not thinking?

    Hmmmm……

    brainy pig